place to bring visitors? Alix supposed it didnât much matter. âWhere is Wraith?â
âNot here. Youâll have to settle for me for the time being.â
Alix and the Wolves exchanged a look. It was Wraith theyâd come all this way to see, but apparently that would have to wait.
They were shown into the farmhouse, a humble dwelling with little in the way of furniture. A door in the back hinted at a smaller room beyond, and a cot sat in the corner, but it didnât look to have been slept in recently. The only occupant was a falcon eyeing them keenly from its perch. Hunter or messenger? Knowing the white-hairs, the bird could even have been trained to attack. Alix kept her distance. Asvin, meanwhile, fetched a kettle and set to boiling water while the rest of his men waited outside.
âThis canât be their headquarters,â Dain said in an undertone while the Andithyrian busied himself with the tea. âNot enough room.â
âThis is where I was brought the last time,â the priestess said. âPerhaps it serves as a vetting area.â
âVetting?â Dain echoed, frowning. âVetting what?â
âWhy, us of course.â
Asvin poured tea, then dragged a chair up to the table to join them. Green eyes scrutinised them one by one, sharp and unreadable. âSo,â he said, âletâs start at the beginning.â
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Alix growled in frustration and ran her hands over her face. âI already
told
you, I donât know. And even if I did, I wouldnât say. If my brother thought it wise to share such details about his forces, donât you think he would have done so by now?â
Asvin set his empty teacup aside, fixing Alix with that same inscrutable look heâd worn for the past two hours. âEssentially, what youâre telling me is that General Black saw fit to send his sister, two White Wolves, and an Onnani priestess to beg a favour of the Resistance, in return for which he offersââ He spread his hands, empty.
âIâm sorry you feel that way,â Alix said, âbut I canât bargain with information that isnât mine to share.â Rig wouldnever forgive her, and anyway, these men had given her no reason to trust them.
âIâve been hearing some variation of that refrain all afternoon,â Asvin said impatiently. âYouâve deflected my every inquiry, no matter how insignificant.â
âAnd yet you continue to ask.â
âDoes that surprise you? My comrades and I are scavengers, my lady. We spend our days scrounging for opportunities. A scrap of information here, a spot of luck thereâanything we can use to strike at our enemiesâand here I have the sister of the Aldenian commander general sitting across from me. A rare gift, one I cannot afford to pass up. So pleaseâthere must be
something
, some small detail you can part with, if only as a gesture of good faith.â
Alix shook her head. This was going nowhere. There was too much at stake, and too little time, to sit here haggling like a couple of merchants. âIâve told you what I can. If itâs not enoughââ
âNot enough?â Asvinâs voice grew cold. âAll youâve told me is that you need our help to find a man called Rodrik who grew up in a village called Indrask. You wonât tell me who he is, or why heâs important. You wonât tell me anything of what your brother plans, or what he thinks the Warlord plans. And in exchange for this
treasure trove
of information, youâd have us risk our lives.â
âI sympathise,â Vel put in dryly.
âMaybe it was a mistake to come here,â Alix said, rising. âMy brother thought youâd help us, but apparently the line between ally and mercenary is thin in Andithyri.â
It was a mistake; she knew it as soon as sheâd spoken. A glint of menace flashed in the